[Intro: Killah Priest]
It's too militant, it's too militant
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo


[Killah Priest]
Aiyo, we night breathe, move through the night at light speed

With Timb's on, baggy denims and white tees
We rest inside our tents, with Mr. Lightly
The right trees turn my eyes to Chinese

Then speak like Israelite, become Christ
A crown of thorns placed on my head and gun fights
Escape through the night, for holdin' my sons tight

Chased by shadows, runnin' towards the lights
Relatin' to pharaohs, I speak from peace pipes
Each night, then you burn all friends of 'dro

Givin' praises due, abundance of dough
Held by the ebony prince, heavenly set
Down to the streets where we plan our revolt

Amongst strangers, and clouds of weed smoke
Addicts and heartless that love to deep throat
I sit amongst goons, gangsta, ex-felons

Ex-cons, addicts discussin' our rebellion
On the phone with reverends, holdin' up my weapons
Waitin' for the beast to set off Armageddon


[Chorus x2: Killah Priest & Kurupt]
It's too militant, throw your gats up

^!$$%, wanna act up, ^!$$% get clapped up, what
It's too militant, throw your fists high
Let that catch a whip ride, ^!$$%, we split five, why


[Killah Priest]
It's too militant..

I shoot through trench coats, don't trust kin folks
Keep my friends close, so I can watch 'em
Through hard laughter, never know what he's plottin'

Hunger, then he slipped his hands in your pockets
Clip your wallets, it's nothin' personal, it's just projects
Watchin' a videotape of Christopher Wallace

Footage exposed, bullet holes in the side of his jeep
We hold it in, 'til we collide with police
Ride for 2Pac, and all the soldiers every been shot

Though they body rot, they spirit rest inside of my pen
Each of 'em tune in, I write the Blueprints that's Stillmatic
Build with Arabs, my mic can heal the masses

Or feel the caskets, I studied the books of Iron Octopus
Ladies ride the hook, ^!$$%z spit the verses
A pit of serpents, stand and curved in a s shape

Then I make your death date
I'm hell spawned, drawn near the Hell's gate
The Indian lady warned me an old man, with pale face

She said "Fork tongue make painful kisses
And Priest, when you talk, all the angels listen"


[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Killah Priest]

It's too militant..